Marbled, the world's a ball
thatís been kicked by us all . . .
swaying in its unique way.
Round, sound, it plays in countries
anew the game calls life.
A little rough, rigid or liquid--
in no two places are the same.
As long as folks are happy,
why ruin their ball game?

The ball wobbles, axis us all,
spins without a dangling loop . . .
without spilling an oceans' wave.
Never a grain of sand perishes.
Wish humans would do the same--
cherish the earth around us.
Why try controlling all things?
Why ruin life's ball game?

Marbles, head the earths' call--
peace means no war at all.
Lay down arms, harm not a grain,
spill no poisons in our waters.
This world is ours . . . but on loan;
we've muddied, bloodied enough!
As long as folks are happy,
why ruin life's ball game?